Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The studio was incredibly noisy.

Hundreds of people crowded below the stage, holding up all sorts of light boards.

Besides Xu Qing's fans, a large portion of them came to watch the spectacle.

Especially the group of people brought in by that big V known as "Peeling King".

They occupied the best spots, holding up banners with black backgrounds and white lettering.

The sign read: "Pay back the money," "Hypocrisy," and "Exploiting the dead."

Director Wang Gang stood backstage, wringing his hands anxiously.

"Where are the security guards? Keep a close eye on those ringleaders!"

"If anyone dares to throw a water bottle onto the stage, kick them out!"

Wang Gang is very panicked.

If this live stream goes wrong, his career will be over.

Backstage lounge.

Zhang Ye peered through the crack in the door at the chaos outside and twitched the corner of his mouth.

He turned to look at the guitar technician who was preparing to go on stage to adjust the equipment.

Those were people he bribed.

"Did you remember?"

Zhang Ye lowered his voice.

"Loosen the cable connecting that effects pedal a bit."

"The moment he steps on the distorted part, the road will immediately be cut off."

The technician gave an "OK" sign, picked up his toolbox, and slipped out.

Zhang Ye leaned back on the sofa, feeling relaxed and content.

Rock and roll?

Without effects pedals, you might as well use that old wooden guitar to fluff cotton.

……

The stage lights suddenly changed.

The previously noisy scene instantly went dark.

Only two spotlights shone on the center of the stage.

The host walked quickly onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

Welcome to the second round of competition for "Rising Star"!

"Tonight's theme is—rock and roll!"

"What we need is anger, catharsis, and hormones!"

A sparse clapping sounded from the audience.

Most people were still waiting to see how Xu Qing would make a fool of himself.

The host wasn't embarrassed and continued with the proceedings.

"Before the competition begins, we would like to introduce a judge who will be joining us from outside the competition."

"She is the most mysterious independent music producer in the industry."

"She has produced albums for countless underground rock bands."

"Please welcome—Teacher Luo!"

The side door opens.

A beam of cold light shone down.

The entire audience craned their necks.

A woman wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket came out.

She was wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low.

He wore a pair of huge sunglasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose, revealing the reddened corners of his eyes.

The exposed chin has a cold, hard line.

Her lips were painted a dark red, making her look extremely intimidating.

That's Luo Qianyu.

But no one recognized him.

She tucked her signature long, curly hair into her hat.

All that sweet idol vibe she used to have is gone.

Instead, there was a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.

She's here to protect her own.

Anyone who dares to touch Xu Qing will be bitten to death.

Luo Qianyu walked to the judges' table and sat directly next to Ke Min.

Ke Min paused for a moment, then wanted to say hello.

As a result, he was so cold by the aura emanating from Luo Qianyu that he shrank back.

This is hardly the work of a producer.

This is practically a debt collection operation.

The host wiped his sweat.

"Alright, now let's welcome our first contestant, last round's most popular player—Xu Qing!"

boom!

The audience erupted in chaos.

Boos erupted.

"fraud!"

"Get out!"

"Give the money back!"

Xu Qing, carrying a guitar, slowly rose from the lift platform.

He changed his clothes.

A black shirt, with the cuffs casually rolled up.

The newly repaired Bourgeois guitar hung in front of him.

The little fish sticker on the piano surface was slightly reflective under the light.

Xu Qing remained expressionless.

He didn't care about the insults at all.

His gaze swept across the judges' panel.

It stopped on the new "Teacher Luo".

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment.

That feeling is back again.

That familiar feeling I had yesterday at the Luo family manor.

Even if the other party is completely covered up.

Even if the sitting posture looks arrogant.

But that faint, almost imperceptible aura made his heart skip a beat.

Xu Qing looked away and walked to the microphone.

He had prepared a very gentle song.

but.

Just as he was about to signal to the band teacher.

A sharp scream suddenly came from the audience.

Xu Qing gripped the neck of the violin tightly.

The knuckles are white.

That nerve, which had been so relaxed just moments before, snapped with a crack.

He slowly turned his head.

He stared intently at the trolling hater in the audience.

The deathly stillness in his eyes was gone.

Only fire.

A raging inferno.

That was his Achilles' heel.

You can scold him.

Scolding the little fish is not acceptable.

Xu Qing turned around and gestured to the band director behind him.

"Change the song."

The band director was stunned.

"Change what? The sheet music wasn't checked!"

Xu Qing walked to the speaker and plugged the guitar cable into the jack.

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a metallic scent of blood.

"No sheet music is needed."

"Follow my rhythm."

"I want to sing 'Thinking of You at Night'."

"Rock version".

……

Side curtain.

The technician who had been bribed by Zhang Ye was crouching down, preparing to move closer to Xu Qing's effects pedal.

Just unplug that wire.

When Xu Qing steps on the distortion device, the resulting shell will be a dud.

Then it will become a laughing stock on the entire internet.

The technician had just reached out his hand.

Sudden.

A large hand gripped his wrist like an iron clamp.

The technician was startled and was about to scream.

Then a large hand covered his mouth.

Two burly men in black suits appeared behind him at some point.

Those were the top-notch bodyguards that Luo Tianxiong arranged for his daughter.

They were also the unsung guardians of this "rock show".

"Click."

A crisp sound.

The technician dislocated his wrist.

But he couldn't call out.

The two bodyguards, expressionless, dragged him into the darkness like a dead dog.

While I was at it, I helped Xu Qing tighten the slightly loose connecting wire.

……

On the stage.

Xu Qing had no idea what had just happened.

He slammed his right foot down on the distortion effect pedal.

Sizzle—!!!

A sharp, piercing crackle of electricity tore through the air.

Followed by.

Xu Qing's fingers swept wildly across the strings.

The top-value guitar let out a roar at that moment.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The drummer was caught up in the emotion and instinctively struck the bass drum.

Each sound felt like it was hitting someone's heart.

"Do you know...?"

Xu Qing spoke up.